“To sleep, perchance to dream” is from Hamlet’s soliloquy in Act 3, Scene 1, where he contemplates the nature of life and death, pondering whether it is better to endure life’s hardships or to seek the unknown of death through sleep. The phrase reflects Hamlet’s deep existential thoughts about the fears and uncertainties surrounding death…



“Look here upon this picture and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two Presidents.
See what a grace was seated on Obama’s brow,
Hyperion’s curls, the front of Jove himself,
An eye like Mars’ to threaten and command,
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,
A combination and a form indeed
Where every god did seem to set his seal
To give the world assurance of a man.
This was your President.
Look you now what follows.
Here is your President, like a mildewed ear
Blasting his wholesome predecessor. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed
And batten on this moor? Ha! Have you eyes?”
I can’t call you Bill Shakespeare as that name is already taken but I see what you did there.